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-[panegyric of thyself]- nihilistic perfection
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-= cristopher cross griffin =- Thanks to Nazi for this amazing joke. There was a man. He was going through a mid-life crisis. Then he decided to cut off one of his five strands of hair. Why? This was written at 11:23 pm on Tuesday, July 25 -= the hangman's daughter =- It seems like the floor has been the preferred option out of the candidates for things to sleep on this past few days. Simply put, sleeping on the floor rocks. Yeah. This was written at 1:26 am on Sunday, July 16 -= for you my love, i would kill him =- Define emo. This was written at 11:23 pm on Thursday, July 13 -= darling we're the young ones =- It seems like the older we get the more depressed we get. I wonder why. This was written at 9:34 pm on Monday, July 10 -= sounds like a melody =- Lying in my bed I hear the clock tick And think of you Caught up in circles Confusion Is nothing new Flashback warm nights Almost left behind Suitcase of memories Time after Sometimes you picture me I'm walking too far ahead You're calling to me, I can't hear What you've said Then you say go slow I fall behind The second hand unwinds After my picture fades and darkness has Turned to gray Watching through windows you're wondering If I'm ok Secrets stolen from deep inside The drum beats out of time This was written at 4:30 pm on Thursday, July 6 -= humburth =- Was watching the semi-final match when I fell asleep halfway through.(Hah!) Then I had a dream. The match went into extra-time and the Italians won the game with a late strike. I woke up, and it was 0-0 at 117 minutes. Sure enough, the Italians scored the next minute. Hahah. Weird. This was written at 4:51 pm on Wednesday, July 5 |
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